
Sigh...dear Courtney:
I think my vast reading audience will back me up when I say I've given you the benefit of the doubt many times in the past.
You said Britney Spears had been molested by her own father. I said I couldn't immediately dismiss the idea. You rambled incoherently on the David Letterman show. I said I understood you.
That sort of thing.
But there comes a time, Courtney my love, when even I must draw the line.

I can even believe that it broke your heart.
What I can't believe, is that you would then take all this trouble and pain and heartbreak and use it to talk trash about your own fucking kid on Facebook.
What a great way to signal that yours is the best, most stable influence to have around as your daughter spends her final months of legal childhood.
I love you, Courtney, I support you, I believe in you. I want to see you wow the hipsters once again. You symbolize something to me even though I'm not always sure what.
I think you're fucked up, but I also think you're a strong woman.
I hope you'll get help.
I hope you're not crazy.
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